Approached In A Bar Part 4
I wanted so badly to dive my face into that jar of honey, but I knew
she wouldn't go any further if I disobeyed her command. I could only
watch as one arm held her bra against her chest and the other emerged
between her legs from the other side. Her fingers rubbed along her
labia, spreading them wide and letting me see the bright pink secrets
within. Inside went her middle finger to the second knuckle, then
pulled out again before repeating. A poor second to my cock, I thought,
but at least it was allowed within that tight hole.
She masturbated for what felt like hours, though I know it could be
minutes at most. That cunt almost shone with the juices that coated it.
She took her finger out, and massaged her sex to spread the lubrication
all over and inside her thighs. I needed so badly to be inside her
again, I could feel pre-come beading on the tip of my cock. She must
have sensed it, because she stepped backwards and sat down on the edge
of my thighs.
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Her soft and smooth ass was a contrast to the hair on my legs as it
slid backwards along my thighs and against my dick. Her arms crossed
over her chest, determined not to let me see those tits. But that
thought was fleeting as she began rubbing her round butt against me.
Man, I wanted to be inside her so badly. She lifted herself up over my
cock. Did she aim incorrectly or not? I don't know, but my head pushed
against the tighter of her two holes. I hadn't expected an ass-fuck
from her, but I sure wasn't going to complain.
A sigh escaped her as she spread her legs even wider to ease my cock
inside her butthole. So very, very tight. I started to push my hips up
toward her, but she lifted herself up quickly. My cock throbbed at the
sudden removal, and I thought all was lost.
She turned around, shaking her head. Damn it if her tits were still
covered. I let my eyes wander down to her pubic area instead, hoping to
drink in as much as I could before it was over. One hand moved down yet
again, through her short and curlies toward her sex. She stared
disapprovingly at me while she rubbed her clit back and forth. I
couldn't take my eyes off her cunt. I knew if I spoke, I'd only make
things worse, and some hope within bubbled that maybe she'd give me one
last chance. She did.
